I’m going to post the rest of my weekend pics…Pikes Market, Multnomah Falls, etc. It’s sunny outside; I’d like to just sit out on the porch and do nothing. How unusual for me to feel like doing nothing, eh? You know what I really want to do? Paint. The walls, the furniture, whatever….my house is b-o-r-i-n-g. But we’re talking about selling this house and moving….so I don’t know…. Why, you ask? Do you have like, 2 hours?? It’s….involved…… Alan is part nomad, I believe…. Part of me wants to just get rid of everything we have, and start over. Part of me loves my stuff and can’t bear the thought of parting with it…..We want something smaller, so our mortgage will go down…but, it’s not like we have a huge place now….so, we are looking to buy a shack, I guess…. It makes it hard, because I want to do stuff to this house, but not if we’re moving…. but I suppose I at least ought to clean. Which leads me to the next bit ~
Why, Thank You Captain Obvious!!!
We’ve been tossing this ‘house selling’ idea around for…months. Nothing set in stone or anything, just thinking it thru. About every other day now, Alan makes some kind of comment on how if we are going to put the house on the market, we need to clean. Closets included. Duh. So last night, we were talking – again – and he says "you know, this house will really need to be cleaned up if we put it on the market." My reply (which wasn’t nice, I know!) was something like "no s##t, Sherlock, where’d ya get the clue?!"…. Just because I’m not rushing through it the way he thinks I should, does not mean I don’t understand the point. I want it clean whether I move or stay living here, geez!! I’m working on it, already! Then he didn’t speak to me the rest of the night….sigh. I have a bad attitude, I know….